“If I speak with the eloquence of men and of angels, but have no love, I become no more than blaring brass or crashing cymbal.
“If I have the gift of foretelling the future and hold in my mind not only all human knowledge but the very secrets of God, and if I also have absolute faith which can move mountains, but have no love, I achieve precisely nothing.
“This love of which I speak is slow to lose patience – it looks for a way of being constructive.
“It is not possessive: it is neither anxious to impress nor does it cherish inflated ideas of its own importance.
“Love has good manners and does not pursue selfish advantage.
“It is not touchy.
“It does not keep account of evil or gloat over the wickedness of other people. On the contrary, it is glad with all good men when truth prevails.
“Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything.
“It is in fact the one thing that still stands when all else has fallen.”